Grand Opening

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Scissors

 

Breathe into me,

That first moment of truth.

Combination of beauty and mirth.

The deprecating acid,

Dry beneath my feet.

It churns,

A swelling void of,

Diabolic symbolism.

Finality drives forward,

Bending my will.

The ribbon,

The blasted ribbon.

Where are my scissors?

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